Clocked In লিরিক্স

i tried to apply i can't get loose my day is to myself put my brain in a noose [chorus] buzzer sounds, gotta move feet move, legs move, hands move, brain moves.... real slow i gotta' be on time just to collect my reward i gotta stand in line makes me feel so fucking bored 'boss barks orders at me but i can't yell back 'cause whenever i try.... get that son of a bitch off my back [bridge] i have this problem every morning, i gotta' face the clock; punch in, punch out, it makes me so pissed off one of these days i'm gonna smash it off the wall! go home!